I am posting this today to hold myself accountable in the future. To remind me that somehow, there was this day when I felt very passionate about some things and was starting to plan it out, write it down, and hope for the best. I am not somebody who is very good at sticking to the plan or committing or finishing everything that I am working on. I am best at planning, good at executing, yet bad at finishing. It is something that I really hate about myself. It was like, when I am already seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, I would always hear this voice inside my head asking me "Was it worth it? Is this all that there is?". After that, I would uncontrollably collapse and there goes all my hard work down the drain. My romantic relationship which eventually led to our marriage, being a cat mom, and my permanent job as a school teacher are the only three things that kept me committed. It could be because I am bound by a formal contract. Or maybe because they involve other ...